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letra de real muthafuckin g's - dustero

[intro]
ahh…real m-th-f-ckin g’s
ahh…real m-th-f-ckin g’s
ahh…real m-th-f-ckin g’s
ahh…real m-th-f-ckin g’s

[verse one: dustero]
ayy yo chris yo, here another proper track
they call me the opp, i run with the gang
livin in that m-th-f-ckin’ 64’
y’all know how i m-th-f-ckin flow
so called struggling in the hood, tryna make a buck
but you really think i give a ever livin f-ck?

[chorus: dustero, d.o.c, eazy-e, dr. dre]
m-th-f-ckin who? m-th-f-ck huh? m-th-f-ck you hoe!
here come my left blow on your left hoe
such a shame to be on my death row
m-th-f-cka hanging people on bridges
like d-mn bryson, that’s cold
only real m-th-f-ckin g’s keep it real
heh, ya know bryson ya real funny
but kid, let the real m-th-f-ckin g’s in
now that’s a real m-th-f-ckin hit right therе
talkin sh-t about my homies, said you was tryna meet up and sh-t
m-th-f-cka your b-tch ass was too scared!
you not a g thing, just a f-ckin wanna-be
comе on you b-tch ass mark, whatcha gonna do when you have a m-th-f-ckin death wish
(death wish)
stomp him in his track, show him that him ruthless
(yo dre, wassup? boy you shoulda known by now)
stomp him in his track, show him that him ruthless
(yo dre, wassup? boy you shoulda known)
[verse two: dustero & chris505]
we both crazy m-th-f-ckers, don’t wanna f-ck with us
untouchable gang, we keep it for real
reppin’ the gang, nuthin real about yo ass
you talk the talk, but you ain’t holdin brass
comin through don’t give an ever livin f-ck
yeah, let them that it’s on 4 life
i’m the real motherf-ckin’ g, rollin’ in my cadillac, smokin’ on some sweets
got my crew by my side, we runnin’ this town
ain’t n0body gonna bring us down
i came up from the bottom, now i’m on top
makin’ money, never gonna stop
i hustle hard, grindin’ every day
livin’ life in the fast lane, no time
if you cross me, better watch your back
i’m the real deal, ain’t no fake
i’m the real motherf-ckin’ g
remember that name n-gga

[chorus: dustero, d.o.c, eazy-e, dr. dre]
m-th-f-ckin who? m-th-f-ck huh? m-th-f-ck you hoe!
here come my left blow on your left hoe
such a shame to be on my death row
m-th-f-cka hanging people on bridges
like d-mn bryson, that’s cold
only real m-th-f-ckin g’s keep it real
heh, ya know bryson ya real funny
but kid, let the real m-th-f-ckin g’s in
now that’s a real m-th-f-ckin hit right there
talkin sh-t about my homies, said you was tryna meet up and sh-t
m-th-f-cka your b-tch ass was too scared!
you not a g thing, just a f-ckin wanna-be
come on you b-tch ass mark, whatcha gonna do when you have a m-th-f-ckin death wish
(deathwish)
stomp him in his track, show him that him ruthless
(yo dre, wassup? boy you shoulda known by now)
stomp him in his track, show him that him ruthless
(yo dre, wassup? boy you shoulda known)
[verse four: chris505]
i’m the real m-th-rf-ckin’ g, ain’t no one like me
i run this game
i ride with my crew, we roll deep
i hustle hard, stackin’ that paper
i’m the king of the streets, no one greater
i spit fire, my flow so sick
i’m the real deal
we ride or die, no room for fakin’
every move we make in this game of life, we stay elevated
no time for haters, we stay motivated
got my brothers by my side, we always ride
through the struggles and the pain, we never hide
we keep our heads up high, rolling with my crew, we unstoppable

[outro]
ahh…
ahh…real m-th-f-ckin g’s
real m-th-f-ckin g’s
ahh…real m-th-f-ckin g’s
ahh…real m-th-f-ckin g’s
ahh…
ahh…
ahh…real m-th-f-ckin g’s
ahh…real m-th-f-ckin g’s
ahh…real m-th-f-ckin g’s

- dustero

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